The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122: Chapter 122 Absurd

Addison was born and raised as the heir apparent, groomed from an early age to rule. Her grace, strength, and quiet authority had been ingrained in her bones. Even with amnesia, even if she’d forgotten who she was, her instincts—those sharp, regal instincts—should have remained. They would have shown, even in moments of vulnerability or when she didn’t even try.

And that woman?

That woman riding atop the wolf?

She had none of it.

Even Zion, for all his control and stoicism, had questioned Addison’s identity more than once because of how her upbringing would often peek in when she was supposed to be an Omega, which didn’t make sense. Yet somehow, he always convinced himself she was just a discarded, wolfless Omega—too broken to remember her past. He never asked the questions he should have.

Just because... he didn’t want to dwell on it.

Now that the suspicion had taken root, Lance couldn’t shake it off.

Something was wrong—very wrong—and once his instincts stirred, there was no turning back. Others might be fooled, even the other Alphas. After all, most of them had never seen the royal princess in person. All they knew of her came from vague whispers and exaggerated gossip passed around by servants and officials within the palace.

Lance didn’t blame them for believing the woman they saw was the long-lost princess.

But he had seen Addison. He’d grown up with her, knew her voice, her presence, the fire in her soul. And so had her family. No impostor, no matter how clever, could ever fully deceive the people who had loved and raised her.

So when Lance’s wolf said something was off about the woman’s wolf, that was all the confirmation he needed.

He stopped running.

Breathing heavily, he stood in the middle of the road and watched her silhouette grow smaller as she rode away on the back of the elite warrior’s wolf form. Whether that woman was Addison or not... it didn’t matter now. There was no need to force a confrontation—not yet.

He could see her again. He would see her again.

He still had free access to the Royal Palace. He was Addison’s childhood sweetheart, once cherished by the Alpha King and Queen. It wasn’t a lack of permission that kept him away—it was shame. The shame of not protecting her, of letting her be abducted under his watch.

He had stayed away all these years because of that guilt.

But now... it was time to go back.

But if his suspicions were right—if someone was truly impersonating Addison—then Lance needed to uncover the truth. Who was this woman, and what gave her the audacity to assume the identity of the royal princess? Did she truly believe she could get away with it without facing the consequences? Or... was this deception sanctioned by someone even higher up?

A darker possibility settled in his mind.

’What if the Alpha King himself allowed this charade to unfold?’

The idea wasn’t entirely far-fetched. Lance knew how fragile the kingdom’s current state was. Tensions were rising across the territories—three major regions had recently reported a string of natural disasters, leaving people frightened and uncertain about the future. Only the eastern territory where the dock was remained untouched by the chaos, possibly due to its proximity to the interspecies zone shared with merfolk and other races. That peaceful cooperation might have helped stabilize the area... for now.

"Slow down—I can’t make sense of anything you’re saying," the Alpha King grumbled mentally, rubbing his temples.

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